[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Alright, um, Wolf Haley, Odd Future, Wolf Gang
You  know what, you know
I  don't even wanna go
I'm gonna let my little brother Earl Sweatshirt get on you ******
Hey Earl, hit em...

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
So  I'm guessing there's questions that need addressing, huh?
Like  how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking 'em
Hand 'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em
Snapping  necks and records in matter of seconds, check 'em son
Lost an noitcere and found it in an aggressive nun
******* chin-checking punks 'til he's outta breath and done
No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son
Chilling  for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em
Let the crowd choose who can ******* last longer
It's the rap monger, rap monster, Earl Sweat, attack, conquer
Lose least, ****** lost like the last blanca chica
That we picked up at the last concert
Please, get out your seat, get out your seat, verses written with scalpels
He's the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony
How come he's not in counseling? ******** loud while he's sound asleep
Heard he was dope as Sour D, *****, was Courage cowardly?
Stay gold, alchemy, aggin we rap's alpha team
Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
And a nose full of chowder, he's chopping up all the doubters see
Now watch him count the bodies like ******* be counting calories

[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
(Yeah!) **** with the Wolves, we starting to bark viciously
Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead-dead be
Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand
That Bastard was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free
Had to duct tape the mother goose; the mask was off
I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill ffo em kcaj
Harder than my **** when Taylor Swift is in my basement
Cause I've been doing this since Pooh ****** Christopher Robinson
Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
Dirty rotten-rotten picked it from a cotton gin
Do not give a **** I've got the swagger of a kcid s'nigriv
But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip
Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard
The favourite ***ger turned into Freddy Kruger
And this that raw ****, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna
All you-All you bloggin'-bloggin' yappin' up that extra ****
I'll shove ******* **** **** ******, tnemercxe ym etatigruger
Them 2DopeBoyz is ******* they're Peter like boysenberries
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin
A ******* sausage fest will them shaky saggin get married then
2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator (Google Translate)]
(Yeah!)
Wolf Gang, Kill 'Em All
Litter life
Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator
I mean, Wolf Haley
Radic-radical
(Billions of people haven't
Heard of Fade Clan or OOFER REEBOKS
Because we are too underground
Beneath the underground
This is music from Jupiter Poopiter
From the underworld
The world above us will sink low and Fade Clan will rise
Fade Clan will rise)